It is said a smile can change the world. A smile, well, it depends – when I saw that fake smile. I smiled back "with go to hell" under my breath . As I looked out of glass, the tiny drops were trickling down the glass. Can I stop them from falling? They were racing! Who is faster, stronger, who lasts till the end? The survival of the fittest was proving applicable on every eon of this creation. As they melted down they made the scene hazy. Were they mystifying it or was it from inside? It was all slipping away, like sand. The tighter I closed my fist the faster it rolled out. I had to let go. I opened my hand and all that was left was the impressions of grains.
“Once a door closes, many more open – what you need is to turn the knob”. Before my eyes floated numerous doors. the different doors – Red door beyond which my friends waved at me at the school canteen, white door where my kids slept peacefully, ebony door where I saw some familiar faces with unpleasant expressions, iron door where my grandma waited for me to come. I closed my eyes. It was dusky when I looked around. It was a new door. Cold and metallic. The strange unfamiliar faces. The looks are not pleasant. They are reluctant. Is it mutual? Or is it because of me? Are they responding to what they are looking at? I am what I am and you have to accept me like that. I heard what I murmured. Was it the resonance or a nightmare? Someone please pinch me.
